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laughing can actually be this simple

Sunday, February 22, 2009

pam says: (5:38:02 PM)
tell me a joke im bored
Sobreviviente says: (5:38:38 PM)
you think what?
Sobreviviente says: (5:38:42 PM)
E! ah.
pam says: (5:39:16 PM)
not really
pam says: (5:39:18 PM)
hahaha
pam says: (5:39:37 PM)
pee's entertainment
Sobreviviente says: (5:39:38 PM)
dial 1800-tellajokerightnow
Sobreviviente says: (5:39:42 PM)
hahaha
pam says: (5:41:11 PM)
superman, batman, spiderman and a malay man were playing soccer
pam says: (5:41:14 PM)
who scored the goal
Sobreviviente says: (5:41:22 PM)
hahahaha
Sobreviviente says: (5:41:26 PM)
its funny already
Sobreviviente says: (5:41:35 PM)
i dont know.
pam says: (5:41:40 PM)
why do u always laugh at the not yet funny parts
pam says: (5:41:46 PM)
GUESS LA HAIYO
Sobreviviente says: (5:42:26 PM)
malay man?
pam says: (5:42:32 PM)
whyyy
Sobreviviente says: (5:42:50 PM)
i guessed that because he is the odd one out.
pam says: (5:43:02 PM)
the answer is correct but the reason is wrong
pam says: (5:43:15 PM)
it's because the rest do not exist
Sobreviviente says: (5:43:56 PM)
hhahahahah!

posted by peenutkew  # 11:11  0 comments

withdrawal

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

a bundle of opinions have been removed,
tucked away into a vacuum and sprung out of conscience,
right under the conscious nose.
ripped off and liberated of.
nearly shocked, nearly relieved, i completely believed.
an eyesore of a sore toe sponged away by nothing new,
nothing impossible, everything familiar.

the self has been using more time on its own,
meticulously yet subconsciously staying within 2 lines,
but dancing without reservations.
prancing about with no visible boundaries.
feeling no lesser but dwelling no longer,
trying harder to not be trying anymore.
to display vague impressions of complexity,
only to shield the simplest of intentions.

the heart has grown stronger and weaker at the same time.
the feet is meant to stride forward, large or mini steps,
or stay stagnantly still, temporarily.
but just not backwards.
the arms have chosen to be folded,
under the watchful heart.

- - - - - -

weeks ago, there were a few casual conversations,
revolving around sleeping habits, with someone.
how 1 wakes up in the middle of the night and panics
to find the other side of the bed empty.
how 1 wakes up in the middle of the night and cuddles up
to the other who unconsciously moved away.
how 2 wake up in the day on 2 far ends of a king sized bed.
how 2 usually under use the other half of a single sized bed.
how 1 cannot get to sleep alone.
how 1 wakes up unhappy alone.
how 1 yearns to have another to wake up with.

i really rather be going to bed and waking up alone,
than to be sharing the coldest bed with another.

posted by peenutkew  # 04:12  0 comments

currently

Monday, February 09, 2009

the frantic upper limbs paddling gravely without style or grace.
the submerged lower limbs threading and nearly losing.
the floats are out numbered,
the swimmers are disoriented.
the current is one massive mess.
the weak sinks.
the numbers change.

i am not fighting to the nearest float,
not looking for the safest float with least attention,
not hanging onto another swimmer to keep my limbs moving,
not about to drown, float, swim, thread.

i am not in that water.
i happen to be sitting on my side of the mat still,
hanging by the cliff, watching the water, limbs and floats,
breathing in calculated and paced breaths,
waiting for the other side of the mat to be warmed.

posted by peenutkew  # 04:28  0 comments

numbers

Sunday, February 01, 2009

eyes, fingers, lips wrapped inside and around.
through a tunnel towards a deep end further than fantasy,
as uncomfortably near as reality.
pressing and not allowing any possibilities to escape,
to coat a glass slate with fog and chalked thoughts,
to slip and slide on the slate like a skate ramp, wearing surfaces out.
to make yourself feel better, wiser, prettier, safer, braver.
whichever just as long as it works for you, inside there.

because the outside glares too painfully and pierces into your eyes,
showing you more becomes blinding you altogether.
because real time snatches everything away, eventually,
rips your faith, spirit, dreams and soul into halves, if not bits.

it gets heavier when the ones around you get lesser.
layered with warnings but never will you be prepared enough.
it picks you from your middle-of-something-routine/boring.
drops you into that too little hole, just nice for you, folded in 3.
the only way to make you watch, is sadly by freezing you to a spot.
everyone loses and finds, moving ahead or tracing a way home.
everything takes turn to change, in shape, form or meaning.
everybody seeks for a space, a twist, a climax. and hopefully a hand to hold.
everyday becomes like any other day and maybe that's what you want.
and you wish to be back in your middle-of-something-routine/boring.

you wonder why you are made to feel, to know and to have something,
then only to have it taken away from you.
maybe to strengthen your 2 feet you hold onto dear life with,
to build you up for greater and longer journeys ahead.
you try very hard not to notice,
the further you have walked, the lesser you are left with.

posted by peenutkew  # 06:23  0 comments